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—  BY— 


MARIE  R.  GARESCHE 

(With  apologies  to  Mr.  Percy  Mackaye.) 


WRITTEN  IN  HONOR.  OF  THE  TWENTY^FIFTH 

ANNIVERSARY  OF  THE  FOUNDING  OF 

THE  CLUB 


1890-1915. 


First   Presented   at  the  Twenty-fifth  Annual   Meeting  of  the 
Wednesday  Club  in  the  Club  Auditorium,  corner  of 
Westminster  Place  and  Taylor  Avenue,  Saint 
Louis,  Mo.,  on  May  Twelfth, 
teen  Hundred  and  Fifteen, 
at  Three  o'clock       , 
P.  M. 


MRS.  W.  W.  BOYD. 


JFirat  Prmtott  an&  ifflttnrarg  Utr*- 
MRS.  E.  C  STERLING. 


EV.    E.   CAERERAS 

PRINTING    COMPANY 

ST,  LOUIS 


jforeworb 


When  I  was  asked  by  the  Chairman  of  the  Special  Pro- 
gram Committee  for  the  year  1914-15,  Mrs.  E.  W.  Pattison, 
to  write  a  Masque  of  the  Wednesday  Club  in  honor  of  our 
twenty-fifth  anniversary,  she  suggested  that  I  follow  the 
general  plan  and  structure  of  the  Masque  of  Saint  Louis 
by  Mr.  Percy  Mackaye,  which  was  given  at  Forest  Park, 
Saint  Louis,  in  May,  1914,  thus  linking  our  modest  effort 
with  that  great  civic  celebration  to  which  Saint  Louisans 
can  point  with  pride  as  the  most  ambitious  and  success- 
ful achievement  in  the  line  of  pageantry  that  this  country 
has  hitherto  witnessed.  In  pursuance  of  the  same  plan,  the 
music  of  the  Masque  of  Saint  Louis,  written  by  Mr.  Fred- 
erick Converse  and  Mr.  Ernest  Kroeger,  was  also  drawn 
upon  for  the  accompaniments  and  the  songs.  Personally, 
as  well  as  in  the  name  of  the  Club,  I  wish  to  express  my 
acknowledgments  to  these  gentlemen  and  to  thank  them  for 
a  part  at  least  of  the  success  that  attended  our  undertaking. 


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{production  Committee 


Director 
Miss  Marie  R.  Garesche 

Finance  and  General  Management 
Mrs.  E.  W.  Pattison 

Cast 
Miss  Virginia  E.  Stevenson 

Stage  Setting,  Lighting  and  Designing  of  Properties 
Miss  Antoinette  Taylor 

Properties 

Mrs.  Henry  S.  Butler 
Mrs.  Chas.  B.  McCormack 

Dancing 
Mrs.  Albert  H.  Brueggeman 

Music 
Mrs.  Robert  Atkinson 


Persons  and  Presences  in  the  Masque  in  order  of  entrance : 

Part  L 

Time  Mrs.  William  A.  Hardaway 

Civilization  Miss  Jennie  M.  A.  Jones 

Justice  Miss  Jennie  R.  Lippman 

Progress  Mrs.  Halsey  C.  Ives 

Gavel  Bearer  Dorothy  Garesche 

Spirit  of  the  Age  Mrs.  Archer  O'Reilly 

Infant  Wednesday  Club  Jane  Butler 

THE  HOURS. 

Hours  (  Miss  Mimi  Garesche,  Mrs.  Orthwein,  Mrs.  Hill 

of  Day  I  Miss  Wham,  Mrs.  Sam.  Goddard,  Miss  Skinker 

Hours  (  Mrs.  Boeckeler,  Mrs.  Hornbrook,  Mi&s  Watt 

of  Night  I  Mrs.  Munger,  Miss  Semple,  Mrs.  Otho  Ball 

Conventionality  Mrs.  Harvey  G.  Mudd 

Brute  Man  Mrs.  Ella  H.  Goodrich 

Traditional  Woman  Mrs.  Willard  Bartlett 

Antiquated  Man  -  Miss  Mildred  McCluney 

The  Eternal  Feminine  -  Mrs.  William  K.  Stanard 


SOULS  OF  FUTURE  WOMEN. 

Alice  Brown,  Frances  Caulfield,  Rebecca  Chase,  Martha 
Gelhorn,  Wilhelmina  Howard,  Beatrice  Kroeger,  Helen 
Langsdorf,  Annabel  Lombard,  Minerva  Nichols,  Grace  and 
Vera  Oberschelp,  Marian  Stoner. 


part  II. 

Wednesday  Club  Mrs.  George  O.  Carpenter,  Jr. 

WOMEN  OF  SAINT  LOUIS. 

First  Woman  Mrs.  Henry  Boeckeler 

Second  Woman  Mrs.  John  Hornbrook 

Mrs.  Denison,  Miss  Denton,  Mrs.  Ducorran,  Miss 
Flickinger,  Mrs.  Fuqua,  Mrs.  Gayler,  Mrs.  S.  God- 
dard,  Miss  Hays,  Mrs.  McFarland,  Mrs.  Moll,  Mrs. 
Munger,  Mrs.  O'Reilly,  Mrs.  Orthwein,  Miss  G. 
Semple,  Miss  Stewart,  Miss  Sturgeon,  Mrs.  B.  J. 
Taussig,  Miss  Watt,  Mrs.  Seward. 

Art  Section  Miss  Mary  Wham 
History  and  Literature  Section       -       Miss  Mimi  Garesche 

Science   Section  Mrs.  Otho  Ball 

Education  Section  Miss  Bertha  Skinker 

Current  Topics  Section  Mrs.  Ewing  Hill,  Jr. 

Captain  Parliamentary  Law  Miss  Heltzell 

Standard  Bearer       -  Eleanor  Richards 

Under  Age  Kindergarten  -       Mary  Taussig 

Smoke  Abatement  Organization  Rufus  Taylor 

Vacation  Playgrounds  -       Kathleen  Sheldon 

Drama  League  Betty  Ball 

MALIGNANT  SPIRITS. 

Mrs.  Edmund  Brown,  Mrs.  W.  J.  Harris,  Mrs. 
Howes,  Mrs.  H.  C.  Johnston,  Mrs.  Richard  Jones, 
Miss  Kendall,  Mrs.  Lubbock,  Mrs.  Mateer,  Miss 
McCormack,  Mrs.  Schade,  Mrs.  Wuerpel. 

Saint  Louis  Mrs.  George  M.  Tuttle 

Business  Men's  League  Mrs.  Rufus  L.  Taylor 

Civic  League  Mrs.  Stephen  B.  Sheldon 

Art  League  -      Mrs.  George  T.  Moore 

Board  of  Education      -  -        Mrs.  Robert  Funkhouser 


CIVILIZATION. 

"  'Tis  the  voice 
Of  Father  Time!     What  would'st  thou,  Father? 


Background  of  old  grey  zvall  curving  toward^  wings  with  vines 
hanging  from  top.  Above  is  a  blue  sky  shading  into  very  deep 
blue  at  top. 

Colossal  figure  of  Civilisation  occupies1  middle  of  stage  seated 
on  a  high  rocky  platform  with  an  ascent  to  top  on  R.  and  L. 
Behind  her  is  a  temple  door  surmounted  by  a  simple  curving 
pediment.  Higher  up  in  sky  is  form  of  hour  glass  made  of  elec- 
tric bulbs  which  lights  up  whenever  TIME  speaks.  Voice  of 
TIME  comes  from  this  direction. 

On  either  side  of  stage,  at  the  end  of^  the  curving  wall,  is  a 
tall  tower  with  semblance  of  a  figure  projecting  from  top.  These 
are  the  Spirit  of  Justice  and  the  Spirit  of  Progress.  They  glow 
with  a  mild  radiance  during  whole  performance  and  glow  bril- 
liantly when  Spirits  speak. 

Time's  part  is  to  be  chanted  or  sung.  The  others  to  be  given 
in  stately  monotone. 

TIME 
Hello-a  Civilization!  Hello-a! 

CIVILIZATION 

'Tis  the  voice 
Of  Father  Time!   What  would'st  them,  Father? 

TIME 

In  the  fullness  of  my  days  I  call 
On  thee,  my  daughter.     Render  now  an  account 
Of  the  task  I  entrusted  to  thee. 

CIVILIZATION 

Sprung  from  thy  loins,  my  mother  was  a  star ; 
In  the  haunts  of  the  cave  men  I  first  saw  the  light. 
By  the  banks  of  the  Nile  my  infant  days  were  spent. 
I  grew  to  adolescence  in  the  fair  vales  of  Greece; 
She  bestowed  on  me  the  witchery  of  art. 
Rome  added  sterner  lines  to  my  laurel-crowned  brow; 
'Twas  she  taught  me  to  judge,  to  govern  and  obey. 
The  law  of  love,  of  service,  yea,  of  pain,  I  learned  from 

Him 

Whose  star  came  out  of  Nazareth  to  light  a  waiting  world. 
With  these  great  aids  I've  striven  hard  and  hoped  to  make 


Of  this  our  little  sphere  a  better  living  place ; 

To  realize  what  seer  and  saint  have  dreamed  might  be 

The  high  destiny  in  store  for  the  children  of  earth. 

But,  as  I  look  around,  so  much  is  yet  undone, 

Evil  and  injustice  hold  so  large  a  place, 

I  often  sigh  and  wonder  if  my  hope  is  vain. 

PROGRESS 

Hush!  craven  Sister,  say  not  so! 
Thou  lack'st  the  courage  to  lead  the  way. 
Take  me  for  guide  and  never  fear 
That  ever  onward  will  be  thy  way. 

JUSTICE 

Nay,  Brother  Progress,  alone  thou'rt  apt  to  fail, 
For  well  our  Sister  Civilization  knows 
By  past  experience,  often  dearly  bought, 
Mere  movement  forward  can  lead  to  worse  than  naught. 
But,  if  our  sister  here  lets  me  guide  thee, 
Together  we  will  lead  her  to  a  spot 
Where  her  very  soul  will  sing  for  joy. 

CIVILIZATION 

What  say'st  thou  now,  Brother  Justice? 
Have  not  I  always  called  on  thee? 
'Twas  in  thy  name  I  struck  the  fetters 
From  the  slave  and  bade  the  serf  go  free. 
Why  speakest  thou  now  as  though  I  had 
Neglected  and  despised  thee? 

JUSTICE 

Thou  hast  done  much,  but  not  yet  all, 
As  long  as  thou  deniest  one-half  the  race 
The  blessings  thou  showerest  on  the  other. 

CIVILIZATION 
What  say'st  thou?   Pray  make  thy  thought  more  clear. 

JUSTICE 

So  long  as  thou  deniest  to  woman 
The  opportunities  thou  grantest  man, 
So  long  like  a  poor  one-legged  cripple 
Thou 'It  go  halting  on  thy  way. 


PROGRESS 

Come,  come,  old  uncompromising  brother, 
Thy  reproach  is  undeserved.     Dost  thou  forget 
How  we  induced  our  sister  here  not  long 
Ago  to  teach  the  girls  to  read  and  write? 
Look  now  abroad  and  see  the  schools  innumerable 
That  cover  this  fair  land,  open  alike 
To  men  and  women.     What  would'st  thou  more? 

JUSTICE 

Speak  not  so  loud,  my  brother!     Remember 
I  am  thy  senior,  and  that  if  thou  hast  movement 
?Tis  I  have  sight.     It  becomes  thee  to  be  silent. 

CIVILIZATION 

Alack!    Alack!    Ah!  woe  is  me!     If  strife 
Arise  between  you,  what's  to  become  of  me? 

PROGRESS 
It  is  not  my  fault. 

JUSTICE 

I'm  never  wrong. 
TIME 

Children  three,  begot  by  me, 
Attune  your  souls  as  one, 
Else  ne'er  can  be  the  great  career. 
I  have  in  store  for  man. 

JUSTICE 

For  man,  for  man — there  'tis  again.     Why  not 
For  woman  and  man? 

PROGRESS 

'Tis  but  his  way  of  speech. 
Know'st  thou  not  he  means  them  both?  Thou'rt  cross  again, 

CIVILIZATION 

Hush!    Brother  Progress,  I  have  ever  found 
My  highest  good  lay  in  our  elder's  way. 
Speak!    Brother  Justice,  what  would'st  thou  I  do 
For  woman? 

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JUSTICE 

Give  her  the  boon  thou  long  ago 
Conferred  on  man. 

CIVILIZATION 

What  boon  is  that? 

JUSTICE 

The  Guild 
'Twas  named  of  old,  the  Club  'tis  called  today. 

CIVILIZATION  AND  PROGRESS 
The  Club! 

JUSTICE 

Ay !   The  Club !   whose  magic  circle 
Binds  like  souls  in  one  harmonious  whole. 
Where  each  one  to  the  other  gives  and  grows 
By  giving  richer. 

PROGRESS 

A  Woman's  Club? 
That  suits  me  well.    'Tis  change.    That's  all  I  want. 

CIVILIZATION 

And  what  say'st  thou,  dear  Father  Time?    Find'st  thou 
Aught  of  this  within  thy  magic  scroll? 

TIME 

'Tis  there,  indeed,  my  daughter, 
And  close  at  hand,  borne  by  the  Hours  she  comes, 
My  youngest   child — she   of  perpetual  youth — 
The  Spirit  of  the  Age.     By  the  hand  she  leads 
A  tender  child  and  fair,  her  youngest  born, 
The  Infant  Woman's  Club. 

Spirit  of  the  Age  advances  slowly  down  L.  aisle.  Her  robe  is 
iridescent  in  general  effect.  She  leads  by  the  hand  a  little  girl 
dressed  in  pure  white  with  a  gold  circlet  around  her  head.  The 
long  train  of  the  Spirit  of  the  Age  is  carried  by  the  Hours,  twelve 
in  number.  They  are  dressed  in  pearl  grey  and  ivear  veils  of 
colors  symbolic  of  the  day  and  night,  viz. :  indigo,  purple,  mauve, 
rose,  orange  and  yellow.  Preceding  Spirit  of  the  Age  walks  a 
page  dressed  in  light  blue  and  gold,  and  carrying  a  cushion  upon 
which  rests  an  enormous  gavel.  As  the  procession  comes  down 
the  aisle,  the  Hours  sing : 

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SONG  OF  THE  HOURS 
Awwa,  lawwa,  anamoona. 
Little  child,  little  child, 

Where  shall  we  bear'thee? 
Slippa,  wippa,  akaloosa, 

Where  wilt  them  rest? 

Child  of  sunrise, 
Born  of  the  Age  Spirit, 

Here  shall  thy  home  be, 
By  the  Father  of  Waters, 
'Neath  the  Star  of  Saint  Louis. 

Awwa,  lawwa,  anamoona. 
Little  child,  little  child, 

Bright  is  thy  wonder. 
Slippa,  wippa,  akaloosa, 
Infant  Club,  Infant  Club, 

Here  be  thy  quest. 

The  procession,  led  by  the  Page,  ascends  to  stage.  Page  takes 
position  on  right  of  mound.  Spirit  of  the  Age,  Infant  Club  and 
Hours  group  themselves  on  left. 

SPIRIT  OF  THE  AGE 
Hello-a  Civilization  !   Hello-a ! 

CIVILIZATION 

Hello-a ! 
Spirit  of  the  Age !     Igreetthee! 

SPIRIT  OF  THE  AGE 
Though  I  was  present  at  the  dawn 

Of  every  year  that's  past, 
I'm  ever  young,  I'm  ever  new, 

I  dazzle  great  and  small. 
I've  always  something  fresh  to  give, 

Now  good,  now  bad,  now  neither ; 
It  matters  not,  mankind  e'er  greets 

With  joy  all  that  I  bring. 
This  time,  howe'er,  I  truly  swear 

My  gift  is  unalloyed. 

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CIVILIZATION 


My  heart  is  glad  to  hear  thy  words, 
And  fain  I  would  believe  thee, 

Though  often  in  the  past  thy  gifts 
Have  hindered  more  than  helped  me. 

SPIRIT  OF  THE  AGE 
Thy  reproach  I  know  is  well-deserved. 
Oft  have  I  worn  a  flippant  face. 

Oft  carried  poisoned  stings. 
This  time,  howe'er,  I  do  repeat, 

I  bring  a  royal  gift. 
Look  on  the  face  of  this  fair  child, 

'Tis  true  as  it  is  fair. 


CIVILIZATION 
'Tis  fair  and  true,  indeed. 
'Tis  as  fresh  water  unto  parch  'd  lips. 

SPIRIT  OF  THE  AGE 
Here  for  her  hand 
I  bring  this  gavel. 
Forged  in  man's  councils 
'Tis  too  heavy  yet 
For  her  tiny  hand  to  hold. 
Yet  on  the  morrow 
It  shall  avail  her. 
So  spoke  the  voice  of  Time. 

CIVILIZATION 
Yes !  Father  Time's 
Tongue  has  foretold 
How  she  shall  wield  it 
For  Freedom  and  Sisterhood. 
By  what  name  shall  I  call  her? 

SPIRIT  OF  THE  AGE 
She  was  christened  in  a  fragrant  grove 
By  Shelley's  muse  inspired, 
The  sacred  name  there  given  her, 
She  shall,  herself,  reveal. 

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INFANT  CLUB. 

1  How  pretty !     How  pretty ! ' ' 


INFANT  CLUB 
My  name  is  Wednesday  Club. 

CIVILIZATION 

Sweet  Wednesday  Club,  thou'rt  welcome 
To  my  tired  and  hoary  age ; 
Thou'lt  prove  a  help,  a  mighty  prop. 
Old,  old  am  I, — so  old. 
But  thou  art  young  and  strong. 
Thou'rt  strong  and  shalt  restore  me. 

At  her  exultant  cry  Justice  and  Progress  glow  brightly  in 
approval. 

SPIRIT  OF  THE  AGE 
Here  then  I  leave  her; 
Cherish  the  Child, 
Guard  well  her  token. 

She  conducts  the  child  to  foot  of  steps  leading  to  top  of 
mound  and  motions  to  her  to  ascend.  The  Page,  bearing  the  gavel, 
ascends  from  the  opposite  side.  Civilization  stretches  out  her 
arms  toward  the  child,  who  nestles  against  her.  Page  places 
gavel  beside  child  and  descends  from  mound.  Spirit  of  the  Age 
addresses  Hours. 

SPIRIT  OF  THE  AGE 
And  now,  my  daughters, 
Dark  hours  of  night, 
And  ye,  bright  hours  of  day, 
Join  hands  and  dance  in  rhythm  gay 
A  greeting  to  the  child. 

The  Hours  dance,  and  then  forming  in  line  as  when  approach- 
ing, and  bearing  the  train  of  the  Spirit  of  Age  they  go  back 
by  aisle  on  right,  singing  same  song  as  when  approaching. 

The  Infant  Club  picks  up  the  gavel  and  looks  at  it  curiously. 
She  tries  to  wield  it,  but  does  so  aivkwardly,  owing  to  its  size 
and  iveight.  Enter  Unfriendly  Spirits  from  back  part  of  hall  down 
left  and  right  aisles  alternately.  The  first  is  Conventionality. 
She  is  dressed  in  a  rich  up-to-date  evening  costume.  Golden 
chains  wrapped  about  her  form,  and  linking  her  hands  together, 
impede  her  freedom  of  action.  She  can  only  move  to  a  very 
limited  extent,  but  is  big  and  powerful.  Her  head  is  fixed  in 
one  position.  She  carries  a  book  and  a  lorgnette.  She  pauses 
about  half  way  down  right  aisle. 

CONVENTIONALITY 
Pray,  who  is  this  queer  little  creature? 
I  ne'er  laid  eyes  on  her  before ! 

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Humph!  a  woman's  club!  let  me  consult 

My  guide,  my  Bible,  my  "Who's  Who  on  Earth." 

And  see  perchance  if  in  its  pages 

Her  pedigree  appears. 

Opens  her  book  and,  "with  some  difficulty,  owing  to  her  con- 
strained movements,  scrutinizes  it  carefully. 

Men's  clubs,  I  find  here  by  the  score 

But  no  mention  of  a  Woman's  club 

To  her  own  welfare  directed. 

It  must  not  be — What  is  is  holy ; 

What  has  been's  divine.    The  new,  the  untried 

I  utterly  abhor,  nor  will  I  brook  it. 

Civilization  catches  sight  of  Conventionality  before  the  child 
does,  who  continues  to  play  with  the  gavel. 

CIVILIZATION 
Hark!  my  child, 
Little  Wednesday  Club, 
There's  danger  near. 
She  of  the  fettered  limbs — 
Yet  strong  withal, 
Conventionality 
Is  threatening  thee. 
Wield  now  thy  gavel 
And  save  thyself! 

Conventionality  creeps  up  the  steps  and  tries  to  grab  the 
child.  She  even  manages,  though  awkwardly,  to  get  hold  oft  her 
skirt  and  tries  to  pull  her  down.  The  child  resists^  and  taking  up 
her  gavel,  gives  Conventionality  a  push  with  it  that  sends  her 
sprawling  down  steps  of  mound.  She  is  disabled  and  hobbles  off 
the  stage  evidently  in  great  pain. 

CIVILIZATION 
Well  done,  my  child !  but  lo ! 
Who  comes  from  this  side? 
Is't  possible?     Brute  Man? 
I  thought  I  downed  him 
Long  ago. 

Enter  Brute  Man  from  aisle  on  left.  He  has  long  hair  and 
beard,  is  dressed  in  animal  skins  and  carries  a  huge  club. 

BRUTE  MAN 

Downed  me  ?   Not  by  this  right  arm ! 
Though  I'm  not  as  numerous 

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As  I  used  to  be. 

What  have  we  here?   A  woman's  club? 

Ha!  Ha!   I'll  make  short  work  of  that. 

The  Club !  Look  here !   'Tis  a  man's  business. 

In  years  gone  by — nay,  not  so  long  ago, 

I  wielded  it  on  wife  and  children  both. 

Thou,  saucy  child,  also  shall  feel  it. 

He  approaches  the  child,  threatening  her  with  the  uplifted 
club.  The  child  drops  the  gavel  and  crouches  against  Civiliza- 
tion, mho  tries  to  hide  her  in  her  drapery.  The  club  is  about 
to  fall  on  her  when  a  terrimc  noise  as  of  thunder  is  heard  in  the 
towers  of  Justice  and  Progress.  They  flare  up  and  a  shaft  from 
the  tower  of  Justice  strikes  Brute  'Man,  who  falls  dead  on  left 
center  of  stage.  The  child  comes  out  cautiously  and  looks  over 
the  platform  at  his  prostrate  form.  She  dances  and  claps  her 
hands  in  glee.  From  right  aisle  comes  Traditional  Woman.  She 
is  dressed  in  Early  Victorian  costume — poke  bonnet,  long  cufls 
hanging  over  her  cheeks,  voluminous  skirt,  a  microscopic  waist, 
etc.  A  chatelaine  with  a  bottle  of  smelling  salts  hangs  at  her 
side. 

CIVILIZATION 

Lo!  my  child,  another  foe  approaches! 
In  the  name  of  woman  she'll  upbraid  thee. 
Treat  her  gently,  treat  her  firmly, 
She's  more  sinned  against  than  sinning. 

TRADITIONAL  WOMAN 

Can  I  believe  my  eyes?    A  Woman's  Club? 

That  I  should  live  to  see  this  day! 

Quick !  quick !  my  salts.    It  makes  me  faint. 
[She  holds  salts  to  her  nose.} 

It  grieves,  it  wounds  my  finest  intuitions. 

The  brazen  hussy !  but  quick !  I'll  seize 

And  gag  the  saucy  child  before 

To  full  stature  she  has  grown. 
[Sh&  goes  confidently  to  child  and  tries  to  take  hold  of  her.} 

Get  down  from  there !  get  down  I  say ! 

INFANT  CLUB 
I  won't!    I'm  here  to  stay 

TRADITIONAL  WOMAN 

What  pride !    What  arrogance !    Know'st  thou  not 
'Tis  immodest,  'tis  unwomanly, 

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For  our  sex  to  ape  the  ways  of  man? 
Clubs  are  masculine  only. 

INFANT  CLUB 
I'll  make  them  feminine,  too! 

TRADITIONAL  WOMAN 

[Clapping  her  hands  over  her  ears.} 
Blasphemy !  Blasphemy !  The  world  is  lost ! 
If  such  sentiments  prevail. 
Know'st  thou  not  the  woman's  sphere 
Is  home  and  not  the  club? 
Unsexed  creature  !     I'll  get  thee  yet ! 

She  clutches  at  the  child.  The  latter  seizes  her  gai'el  and  goes 
for  Traditional  Woman.  After  a  short  bout  the  child  deals  Tra* 
ditional  Woman  a  blow  that  knocks  her  bonnet  off  and  send* 
her  reeling.  She  sinks  to  the  ground  panting  and  moaning. 

TRADITIONAL  WOMAN 
Help!  Help!    My  lord  and  master!    Man! 
My  protector,  my  sole  support! 
Where  art  thou  ?    Quick !    To  my  rescue ! 

Enter  Antiquated  Man  from  aisle  on  left.  He  is  dressed  in 
the  costume  of  1830,  curled  hair,  lace  stock,  knee  breeches, 
buckles  on  his  shoes,  etc. 

ANTIQUATED  MAN 
[Rushing  to  the  side  of  Traditional  Woman.] 
Sweet  clinging  vine!    My  heart's  best  treasure! 
What  ails  thee? 

[Takes  her  in  his  arms.] 

TRADITIONAL  WOMAN 
[Panting  and  near  her  end.} 
It's  no  use — no  use  — 

ANTIQUATED  MAN 
Say  not  so,  dear  little  half,  my  weaker  self. 
Try  this. 

[Puts  salts  to  her  nose.] 

TRADITIONAL  WOMAN 
Too  late!  too  late!  I'm  dying — dying, 
I'm  passing  away.    Avenge  me, 
Lord  and  master! 

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TRADITIONAL  WOMAN. 


[She  dies.] 

Antiquated  Man  tries  to  revive  her,  rubs  her  hands,  feels  her 
pulse,  puts  his  hand  over  her  heart.  Finally  puts  her  down  ana 
advances  down  front  of  stage. 

ANTIQUATED  MAN 
Avenge  thee?   By  the  shades  of  all 
The  good  women  of  the  past,  I  will ! 
Where  is  the  assassin? 

[He  looks  around  and  sees  the  child.} 
Ha!  Ha!  'tis  she! 

[He  advances  towards  child,  but  in  so  doing  stumbles  over  body 
of  Brute  Man.} 

What  have  we  here,  my  elder  Brother? 
His  fate  is  sad  indeed.     His  weapons 
Were  old-fashioned.     I'll  try  others. 

[He  pulls  a  golden  shaft  from  his  coat  tails.] 
Here's  the  shaft  of  barbed  wit, 
Deadlier  far  than  massive  club. 
Rash  child,  thy  fate  is  sealed! 

He  launches  tho  bright  shaft  at  the  child.  It  strikes  her  but 
evidently  does  not  harm  her.  She  picks  it  up  and  begins  to  play 
with  it. 

INFANT  CLUB 
How  pretty !  How  pretty ! 

ANTIQUATED  MAN 

What  magic's  this? 
Has  barbed  wit  then  lost  its  sting? 
The  world  is  surely  topsy-turvy, 
Or  have  my  senses  failed  me? 

[He  takes  another  shaft  from  his  coat  tails.] 
But  here's  another — deadlier  even 
Than  yonder  shaft,  'tis  pointed  satire. 
Let's  see,  fair  one,  how  lik'st  thou  this. 

He  hurls'  the  second  arrow  at  the  child.  She  catches  it  in  her 
hand  and  laughs  out  loud. 

INFANT  CLUB 

Another!    Another!    Give  me  another! 

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ANTIQUATED  MAN 
[Staggering  with  astonishment.] 
My  keenest  arms  'gainst  female  pride 
Turned  to  playthings  in  her  hands! 
The  times  are  surely  out  of  joint. 
It  looks  as  though  the  woman's  club 
Had  come  to  stay,  [Despairingly]  had  come  to  stay 
Alas!  my  hearth!    Who'll  tend  thee  now? 
Alas !  my  children !  count  no  more 
On  mother's  gentle  care.    Alack! 
Alack!  that  I  have  seen  this  day! 
Farewell,  dear  one!  exquisite  pattern 
Of  true  womanhood !  content  to  stay 
At  home!   Content  to  know  no  more 
Of  History,  Art  and  Politics  than  I 
Did  choose  to  thee  impart,  Farewell! 
[He  staggers  off  the  stage.] 

The  lights  become  dimmer  and  soft  music  plays.  Enter  from 
cleft  in  back  ivall  the  Spirit  of  the  Eternal  Feminine.  She  is 
dressed  in  a  long  white  robe  and  a  diaphanous  veil  that  com- 
pletely enshrouds  her  form  and  falls  to  her  feet.  She  advances 
slowly  and  majestically  and  takes  a  position  directly  in  front  of 
mound.  She  slowly  raises  her  arms  until  they  are  extended 
horizontally  at  full  length.  This'  is  the  signal  for  the  entrance 
on  right  and  left  from  clefts  in  the  wall  of  the  Souls  of  Future 
Women.  These  are  tzvelve  little  girls  dressed  in  shimmering 
white,  with  bare  arms  and  feet.  They  have  gauzy  butterfly  wings 
and  a  silver  star  on  their  forehead.  As  they  flit  about  the  stage 
in  rhythmic  movements  they  discover  the  bodies  of  Brute  Man 
and  Traditional  Woman.  They  accompany  with  appropriate 
movements  and  gestures  the  following  verses,  which  are  sung  by 
the  Spirit  of  the  Eternal  Feminine. 


Spirit  of  tbc  Eternal  ffeminine 

(Song) 

Who  may  these  be — these  be — 

As  they  lie  on  the  earth? 
Fair  is  her  face  and  strong  his  arm, 
Yet  passing  strange  are  they  to  us, 
Far  back  in  the  mists  of  time  lived  they- 

And  passed  away. 
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We'll  lift  them  gently— gently. 

Perhaps  they  knew  no  better. 
Without  hate  we'll  bury  them  quiet  and  deep, 
Where  they  can  rest  in  peace  nor  hinder 
The  march  of  upward  striving  that  we 

Are  treading. 

We'll  circle  'round  and  'round  them, 

And  even  drop  a  tear, 
For  once  they  lived 

And  loved. 

They  loved  not  so  wisely, 

They  lived  not  so  fully  as  we, 
But  out  of  their  separate  pain 

We  have  climbed  hither. 

Born  in  the  past — the  past, 

They've  had  their  little  day, 
With  the  Dodo  and  the  Mastodon 

We'll  lay  them  both  away. 
'Mid  dusty  archives  in  museums  grey 

They'll  live  again. 


part  IK 

The  scene  is  the  same  as  in  Part  I,  excepting  figure  of  Civiliza* 
tion  which  has  disappeared.  Enter  from  aisles  on  right  and  left 
Women  of  St.  Louis,  thirty  in  number,  dressed  in  light  blue, 
pink,  green,  lavender  and  pearl  grey. 

WOMEN  OF  ST.  LOUIS 

Song 
Where  shall  we  go — go — go 

When  the  duties  of  the  day  are  o'er? 
Of  worry  and  care 
We  have  our  full  share, 
And  often  we  long 
To  join  in  the  song 
Of  those  whose  lives  flow — flow — 
In  sympathies  broader  and  fuller. 

Whom  shall  we  call — call — call — 
In  our  hunger  of  life  to  feed  us? 

Who'll  join  hand  with  hand 

In  one  happy  band, 

And  feel  in  the  pressure 
Our  own  full  measure! 
Upon  whom  shall  it  fall — fall — 

The  glory  and  honor  to  lead  us? 

FIRST  WOMAN 

Wednesday  Club ! 

ALL  THE  WOMEN 

Wednesday  Club!   Wednesday  Club! 

A  young  woman  clad  in  a  name-colored  garment  ivith  a  gold 
band  about  her  broiv.  emerges  from  door  of  temple.  In  her  hand 
is  a  small  gavel. 

WEDNESDAY  CLUB 
Who  calls  Wednesday  Club? 

FIRST  WOMAN 
We, — women  of  St.  Louis. 

WEDNESDAY  CLUB 
Hail,  glad  hail ! 
My  sisters — my  comrades!   What  tidings? 


UNDER-AGE  KINDERGARTEN. 
DRAMA  LEAGUE. 

SMOKE  ABATEMENT  ORGANIZATION. 
VACATION  PLAYGROUNDS. 


FIRST  WOMAN 

Tidings  of  hope  and  desire — of  dull, 
Lonely  lives — of  lack  of  inspiration, 
Of  weariness  with  the  endless  round 
Of  social  dissipation.     We  crave 
A  closer  union  with  our  kind, 
An  interchange  of  soul  and  mind. 
A  better  vantage  ground  than  that 
Which  four  small  walls  afford, 
To  view  the  march  of  men  and  things 
And  take  our  part  therein. 

WEDNESDAY  CLUB 
Sisters,  your  call  quickens  my  heart, 
For  to  this  purpose  was  I  born. 

FIRST  WOMAN 
Show  us  your  sign ! 

WEDNESDAY  CLUB 

See  this  gavel, 

Here  on  this  mound  I  received  it — a  child. 
'Tis  but  a  symbol — it  stands  for  law, 
For  order  and  organization,  without  which 
Man  spends  his  efforts  all  in  vain. 
'Twill  double  the  strength  of  woman,  too. 
Hail  to  the  gavel! 

ALL  THE  WOMEN 

Hail  to  the  gavel! 
WEDNESDAY  CLUB 
Comrades  dear,  I'll  wield  it  now 
And  satisfy  your  rightful  longings. 
Ye  would  look  deeper  into  life, 
The  Past,  the  Present.    Handmaids  have  I 
Who  can  its  mysteries  unfold. 
Gaze  on  them  well  and  make  your  choice, 
To  which  ye'll  owe  allegiance. 

Wednesday  Club  strikes  door  of  Temple  with  her  gavel.  There 
issues  from  it  a  resplendent  creature  dressed  in  azure  and  gold, 
with  flowing  golden  hair  and  a  laurel  wreath  around  her  brow. 
She  carries  a  banner  on  which  is  painted  a  flaming  torch  (Inspi- 
ration). It  is  surmounted  by  a  Greek  antliemion. 

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WEDNESDAY  CLUB 
This  is  she  who  treads  the  empyrean 
Where  imagination  ever  dwells; 
Whose  gaze  is  ever  upward,  who  links 
Heaven  with  earth.     Art  Section! 
Who'll  follow  her? 

WOMEN  IN  BLUE 

We  will !  we  will ! 

Art  Section  descends  steps  slowly  and  women  in  blue  rally 
around  her. 

Wednesday  Club  strikes  again  the  Temple  door.  There  issues 
a  figure  dressed  in  pink  and  silver.  She  carries  a  banner  on 
which  is  painted  an  open  book.  It  is  surmounted  by  a  globe. 

WEDNESDAY  CLUB 

History  and  Literature!    Of  more  sober  mind 
Yet  on  high  things  equally  bent. 
To  judge  and  ponder,  to  sift  the  best 
In  the  mind  and  thought  of  the  past 
Is  her  special  mission.     Who'll  choose  her? 

WOMEN  IN  PINK 
We  do !  we  do ! 

Wednesday  Club  strikes  Temple  door  a  third  time.  There 
emerges  a  figure  clad  in  green  and  gold.  She  carries  a  banner 
on  which  is  painted  a  square  and  compass.  It  is  surmounted  by 
two  crossed  alembics. 

WEDNESDAY  CLUB 
She  of  the  cold  but  steady  gaze, 
Science  section  bids  you  follow. 
Facts  and  figures  she  revels  in, 
Practical  ends  she  keeps  in  view, 
Knowledge  and  power  she'll  bring  to  you. 

THE  WOMEN  IN  GREEN 
We  want  her !  We  want  her ! 

Wednesday  Club  strikes  the  Temple  door  a  fourth  time.  There 
issues  from  it  a  figure  dressed  in  lavender.  She  carries  a  banner 
on  which  is  painted  a  tree,  symbolic  of  knowledge.  It  is  sur- 
mounted by  a  lamp,  symbolic  of  wisdom. 

WEDNESDAY  CLUB 
Of  grave  and  serene  mien  is  she 
Who  fain  would  lead  the  little  child 

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ST.  LOUIS  AND  WEDNESDAY  CLUB. 


From  tender  years  to  adult  growth. 
Mothers,  hearken  to  Education's  call 
Her  section  enter — tho'  'tis  free  to  all. 

THE  WOMEN  IN  LAVENDER 
We  will !  We  will ! 

Wednesday  Club  strikes  the  door  a  fifth  time.  There  emerges 
a  figure  dressed  in  grey  and  silver.  She  carries  a  banner  on 
which  is  painted  zig-zag  figures  suggestive  of  electricity.  It  is 
surmounted/  by  Mercury  wings. 

WEDNESDAY  CLUB 
For  those  who  wish  to  keep  abreast 
Of  Time's  swift  moving-  current; 
To  feel  the  pulse,  e'en  as  it  beats, 
Of  humanity's  great  heart, 
"Current  Topics"  is  here  to  lead  you. 

WOMEN  IN  GREY 
Lead  us!    Lead  us! 

WEDNESDAY  CLUB 
Now  comrades  all,  attune  your  hearts 
To  the  sweet  strains  of  Harmony. 
Let  rhythmic  concord  guide  your  steps 
And  joy  and  peace  be  with  you. 

All  join  in  the  dance — first  the  section  leaders,  and  then  alto- 
gether. In  the  midst  of  a  movement  a  loud,  imperious  voice  is 
heard  from  back  of  hall.  It  is  Parliamentary  Law. 

PARLIAMENTARY  LAW 
Halt! 

The  dancers,  evidently,  do  not  hear  him  and  continue  their 
dance.  Parliamentary  Law  calls  out  again  from  back  of  hall. 

PARLIAMENTARY  LAW 
Halt!    I  say,  your  motions  are  all  wrong. 

The  dancers  stop  and  look  .at  the  approaching  figure.  They 
exchange  looks  of  disapproval  and  even  alarm. 

ART  SECTION 

Who  is  the  rude  creature?    I  don't  like  his  looks  at  ail- 
utterly  lacking  in  style. 

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HISTORY  AND  LITERATURE 

He's  not  altogether  new  to  me.  As  far  back  as  the  Ger- 
manic Witeanagemote — in  fact,  as  far  back  as  the  Greek 
popular  Assembly — 

CURRENT  TOPICS 

Dear  me,  don't  let's  go  back  to  Greece.  It's  a  regular  habit 
with  everybody  here  but  myself.  I  know  the  fellow.  All 
the  men's  clubs  to-day  claim  him,  though  some  of  them 
treat  him  abominably. 

EDUCATION 

Perhaps  he  can  teach  us  something.  It's  never  too  late  to 
learn,  you  know. 

SCIENCE 
He  looks  as  though  he  might  be  thoroughly  systematic. 

ART 
He  certainly  looks  disagreeable  enough  to  be  so. 

SCIENCE 
I  like  that! 

[Science  and  Art  glare  at  each  other.} 

WEDNESDAY  CLUB 

Come,  sisters — no  ill  feeling.  It  is  by  my  invitation  that 
Captain  Parliamentary  Law  appears  among  us  here  to- 
day. Right  welcome  are  you,  Captain. 

[Captain  Parliamentary  Law  responds  with  a  military  salute.] 
I  know,  dear  comrades,  that  we  can  all  learn  much  from 
him  that  will  help  us  on  our  way. 

ART  SECTION 
O,  Pshaw! 

EDUCATION 
I'm  ready  to  learn. 

SCIENCE 
So  am  I,  provided  his  methods  are  scientific. 

CURRENT  TOPICS 
And  up-to-date. 


HISTORY  AND  LITERATURE 

[Aside  to  Art  Section.] 
Isn't  she  insufferable? 

WEDNESDAY  CLUB 

Now,  Captain,  you  may  put  my  sisters  through  some  paces 
— but  be  careful  you  do  not  wear  them  out. 

PARLIAMENTARY  LAW 
[Gruffly.] 

Very  well,  Madam.   Attention !   Fall  in  line ! 
[Sections  headed  by  theirt  leaders  fall  in  line.] 
PARLIAMENTARY  LAW 

As  I  said  before,  not  one  of  you  knows  how  to  make  a 
motion. 

ART 

Why,  I  thought  we  were  getting  along  beautifully. 

PARLIAMENTARY  LAW 
Silence!    Beautifully!    Who  cares  for  beauty?     You  were 

just  about  to  get  into  a  tangle  from  which  neither  Reed 

nor  Robert  could  have  rescued  you. 

HISTORY  AND  LITERATURE 
Who  are  they? 

PARLIAMENTARY  LAW 
My  masters — your  masters. 

WEDNESDAY  CLUB 

Nay,  Captain,  I  object  to  that  expression.  Say  rather  our 
servants.  As  I  told  you  when  I  engaged  you,  I  consider 
you  but  a  means  to  an  end — no  more.  On  that  condition, 
you  may  proceed. 

PARLIAMENTARY  LAW 

[Gruffly.] 
Very  well,  Madam.    Attention! 

[Puts  them   through  a   drill.    At   the  end  of  a  few  minutes, 
Wednesday  Club  interrupts  him.] 

WEDNESDAY  CLUB 
That  will  do,  Captain.    You're  taking  up  too  much  time. 


PARLIAMENTARY  LAW 
But  I'm  not  through. 

WEDNESDAY  CLUB 
That  will  do.  We'll  not  have  time  for  anything  else. 

PARLIAMENTARY  LAW 
Why,  what  else  do  you  want  to  do? 

ALL  THE  SECTIONS 
Lots  of  things. 

WEDNESDAY  CLUB 
I  really  must  insist,  dear  Captain,  that  you  leave  us. 

PARLIAMENTARY  LAW 

Very  well,  Madam.     I'll  leave  this  with  you.    You  had  bet- 
ter  get  these  young  women  to  study  it.    They  need  it. 

He  produces  a  large  volume  from  his  pocket,  entitled  "Parlia- 
mentary Procedure,"  and  hangs  it  in  at  conspicuous  place  in  front 
of  platform,  and  retires  the  way  he  came.  Some  of  the  women 
crowd  around  the  book  and  begin  to  peruse  its  contents.  An 
active  argument,  suggested  by  pantomime,  ensues. 

WEDNESDAY  CLUB 
Be  careful,  comrades,  lest  ye  o'ervalue 
The  gallant  Captain's  gift.    Remember  well, 
The  letter  killeth ;  'tis  the  spirit  giveth  life.  - 
Above  law  is  justice,  above  form,  substance. 
'Tis  well  to  have  a  law,  a  constitution. 
But  above  them,  I  propose  we  place 
As  rule  of  life  and  conduct 
This  motto  for  our  club. 

As  she  utters  the  last  words  the  doors  of  the  Temple  open  and 
there  emerges  a  Page  dressed  in  white  and  gold.  She  carries 
a  white  silk  banner  bearing  in  golden  letters  the  following  words: 

Tolerance 
Loyalty 
Courtesy 
Sisterhood. 

The  Sections  testify  their  approval  and  form  into  rhythmic 
groups.  Soft  music  plays.  The  lights  grow  dim  and  mysterious, 
the  figure  of  Wednesday  Club  alone  is  brilliantly  illuminated.  She 
stands  with  head  upraised  as  though  listening  for  a  voice  from 
above.  Time  Hashes  out. 

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TIME 

Hello-a!   Wednesday  Club!   Hello-a! 

WEDNESDAY  CLUB 
Hark!  Who  calls?  What  would'st  thou? 

TIME 

'Tis  I,  Father  Time!   Hearken  to  that 
Which  Justice  and  Progress  have1  to  say. 

WEDNESDAY  CLUB 
Speak,  great  spirits !  To  ye  both  we  owe 
Allegiance.  Gather  round,  my  comrades,  and  hearken ! 

JUSTICE 

When  I  opened  wide  the  door  of  knowledge 
And  rescued  ye  from  childish  things, 
When  I  denied  ye  were  toy  or  chattel, 
And  Man's  equal  proclaimed  ye, 
I  fondly  hoped  ye'd  lend  your  aid 
To  bring  my  kingdom  in  this  world. 

WEDNESDAY  CLUB 
To  no  greater  honor  can  we  aspire. 

JUSTICE 

Many  wrongs  and  flagrant  evils 
Afflict  this  land — your  own  fair  city. 
To  remedy  them  will  ye  lend  a  hand? 

WEDNESDAY  CLUB 
Indeed  we  will !  Show  but  the.  way. 

ALL  THE  WOMEN 
Show  but  the  way.  Show  but  the  way. 

PROGRESS 
Get  the  ballot.    That's  the  shortest  way. 

About  one-half  the  women  clap  their  hands  over  their  ears. 
The  others  nod  in  approval.  Cries  of  "No!"  "No!"  "Why  not?* 
are  heard. 


WEDNESDAY  CLUB 

[With  some  embarrassment.] 
I'm  very  sorry,  Progress  dear. 
But  see  you !  We  do  not  all  agree. 
Is  there  not  another  way? 

PROGRESS 

None  as  good  for  efficiency  and  speed. 
Ye  may,  however,  in  diverse  ways 
Make  small  beginnings.     'Twill  be 
Good  practice  and  will  lead  you  on 
To  surer  means  and  bigger  ends. 

WEDNESDAY  CLUB 
Speak  !   We  hearken !   Where  shall  we  begin  ? 

JUSTICE 

Little  children  by  the  score, 
In  the  hovels  of  the  poor, 
Are  denied  the  schoolroom  door, 
Because,   forsooth,  they're  under  six. 

WEDNESDAY  CLUB 

Comrades,  what  say  you?     'Tis  for  you  to  decide. 
All  those  who  are  in  favor  say  "aye"! 

MANY  VOICES 
Aye!   Aye! 

WEDNESDAY  CLUB 

So  be  it. 

She  taps  with  her  gavel  on  the  door  and  there  issues  from  it  a 
little  child  poorly  dressed.  On  the  top  of  her  head  is  the  figure  6. 

She  carries  a  banner  bearing  the  words  "Under  Age  Kinder- 
garten." Wednesday  Club  leads  her  gently  to  the  top  of  the 
stairs.  Several  women  go  up  to  meet  her  and  lead  her  dozum. 

PROGRESS 

'Tis  my  turn  next.     Have  ye  not  marked 
The  pall  of  smoke  that  like  a  shroud 
Envelops  this  fair  city,  turning 
Beauteous  day  into  night?     Nay,  worse 
Than  night,  for  one  can  breathe  by  night. 
Can  ye  help  too,  in  that,  fair  ladies  ? 

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MANY  VOICES 
We  can!   We  can! 

ONE  VOICE 

At  least,  we  can  try. 

WEDNESDAY  CLUB 
Tis  the  first  stage  of  success. 

She  strikes  the  door  of  Temple.  Out  steps  a  little  boy  dressed 
in  immaculate  -white,  save  for  a  hat  in  the  shape  of  a  tall  stove 
pipe  closed  on  top  with  a  silver  lid.  He  carries  a  banner  with 
the  words,  "Smoke  Abatement  Organization."  The  women  greet 
him  joyfully  as  Wednesday  Club  leads  him  to  the  steps. 

JUSTICE 

Hark  back  to  the  children.     More  pitiable  they 
Than  the  suffering  caused  by  the  blackest  smoke 
That  e'er  from  factory  or  apartment  house  poured. 
In  the  heat  of  summer  no  playgrounds  have  they, 
Save  filthy  alleys  and  dangerous  streets. 

WEDNESDAY  CLUB 
We'll  remedy  that. 

ALL  THE  WOMEN 

We  will!  We  will! 

Wednesday  Club  strikes  Temple  door.  A  little  girl  emerges. 
She  is  dressed  in  a  picturesque  costume,  suggestive  of  the  foreign 
lower  classes.  She  carries  a  banner  bearing  the  words,  "Vacation 
Playgrounds." 

PROGRESS 

One  thing  more.     'Tis  my  fond  hope 
To  lead  the  people  of  this  fair  land 
To  appreciate  the  best  in  art. 
In  music  I  feel  I've  made  a  start; 
The  Sunday  "Pop's"  a  proof  of  that. 
Nor  is  the  Museum  in  Forest  Park 
By  highbrows  only  frequented. 
But  when  'tis  question  of  the  Drama, 
All  I  can  do  is  tear  my  hair. 
Naught  seems  to  please  the  young  or  old 
But  vaudeville  and  picture  shows. 

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WEDNESDAY  CLUB 
Well  help  you  out. 

ALL  THE  WOMEN 

Indeed  we  will ! 

FIRST  WOMAN 

TO 

SECOND  WOMAN 
Better  begin  at  home,  I  think. 
Pray  where  were  you  last  night? 

SECOND  WOMAN 

Sh! 
Just  a  few  seats  in  front  of  you. 

Wednesday  Club  taps  on  door.  Infant  Drama  League  appears* 
She  is  dressed  in  Greek  classic  costume.  She  carries  a  banner  on 
one  side  of  which  appears,  "Drama  League,"  on  the  other,  "A 
has  Vaudeville." 

The  women  fondle  and  play  with  the  children  to  the  sound  of 
joyous  music.  Suddenly  the  lights  grow  dim  and  blue.  Wednes- 
day Club  peers^  in  the  darkness  in  front  of  her. 

WEDNESDAY  CLUB 

Hark!    Comrades!    I  descry  afar 
Evil  spirits  approaching.     I  know 
Them  well — caitiffs  and  cowards  all, 
Selfish  Business,  False  Civic  Economy, 
Corrupt  Politics — the  whole  brood 
Of  those  who  e'er  delight  to  thwart 
The  course  of  Progress — the  ways 
Of  Justice.     Save  the  dear  children! 

Low,  threatening  music  is  heard.  The  women  snatch  up  the 
children,  as  twelve  figures  zvrapped  in  long,  dark  cloaks,  that 
have  been  coming  stealthily  down  left  aisle  now  leap  up  on  the 
stage,  and,  throwing  back  their  cloaks,  show  hideous  masks  of 
faces.  Their  garments  are  covered  with  large  $  signs.  They 
utter  strange,  discordant  cries  and  try  to  snatch  the  children  from 
the  women.  A  furious  battle  ensues.  Suddenly  a  terriffic  noiset 
accompanied  by  lightning,  flashes  forth  from  the  towers  of  Justice 
and  Progress.  The  Spirits,  evidently  blinded  and  stunned,  stagger 
off  the  stage  right  and  left.  Bright  light  shines  again  and  the 
music  becomes  bright  and  joyous. 

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WEDNESDAY  CLUB 
Well  done,  my  gallant  ones,  well  done ! 
Heaven  itself  extends  its  arm 
And  scatters  those  who  oppose  us. 
But  who  comes  here?    Is't  other  foes  or  friends? 

Running  down  right  aisle  comes  first  St.  Louis,  a  knight  in 
shining  armor,  brandishing  a  sword.  The  Civic  League,  the  Busi- 
ness Men's  League,  the  Art  League  and  the  Board  of  Education 
folloiv. 

ST.  LOUIS 

Hail!    Wednesday  Club!    Beloved  sister! 
Sounds  of  distress  I  heard  and  hastened 
Hither, — I  and  my  stalwart  sons, 
Business  Men's  League  and  Art  League, 
Board  of  Education  and  Civic  League, 
Where  is  the  enemy? 

WEDNESDAY  CLUB 

Gone,  my  lord, 

Routed  by  powers  from  on  high. 
We  thank  you,  howe'er,  and  your  stalwart  sons 
For  your  proffered  aid.     It  may 
Avail  us  yet.    These  are  but  tender 
Infants  and  need  much  watchful  care. 

CIVIC  LEAGUE 
I'll  help  take  care  of  this  one ! 

[Takes  Vacation  Playground  by  the  hand.] 

BUSINESS  MEN'S  LEAGUE 
And  I  this  one! 

[Takes  Smoke  Abatement  Organisation  by  the  hand.} 

BOARD  OF  EDUCATION 

I  promise  nothing,  but  hope,  in  time,  I  may  adopt  this  little 
one. 

[Takes  Under  Age  Kindergarten  by  the  hand.] 

ART  LEAGUE 

To  this  sweet  child,  'twill  be  my  right 
To  lend  a  helping  hand. 

[Takes  Infant  Drama  League  by  the  hand.} 

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WEDNESDAY  CLUB 
We  thank  you,  brothers,  one  and  all ! 

ALL  THE  WOMEN 
We  thank  you,  brothers,  one  and  all ! 

WEDNESDAY  CLUB 
Now  let  us  tread  a  courtly  measure, 
And  raise  our  voices  in  accents  gay, 
To  celebrate  this  joyous  day, 
And  testify  our  pleasure ! 
They  dance  and  sing — Wednesday  Club  and  St.  Louis  leading. 

CHORUS 

Sisters  and  brothers  are  we, 
Working  for  a  common  end; 
One  for  the  all,  all  in  one, 
We  wheel  in  the  joy  of  the  dance. 

They  then  form  in  pairs,  and  led  by  St.  Louis  and  Wednes- 
day Club,  pass  in  procession  down  center  steps  and  aisle  on  right 
to  the  sound  of  March  of  the  Pioneers  by  Mr.  E.  R.  Kroeger. 


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